Authors.com2019-09-15T10:43:40ZKatie McKnighthttp://www.authors.com/profile/KathleenMcKnighthttp://storage.ning.com/topology/rest/1.0/file/get/1547983973?profile=RESIZE_48X48&width=48&height=48&crop=1%3A1http://www.authors.com/forum/topic/listForContributor?user=2o9nqfweb5vqx&feed=yes&xn_auth=noA Private Investigation Of Ralph's Departuretag:www.authors.com,2019-08-24:3798404:Topic:2220932019-08-24T15:37:51.525ZKatie McKnighthttp://www.authors.com/profile/KathleenMcKnight
<p>Written By: Orlon Braem</p>
<p>Last Tuesday evening our city’s leader Ralph Hawk called those of us he considers to be his closest friends and allies. He told us that as of 8/31/19 he will be resigning as mayor of our city, and will be returning to Parallel Reflections, the earthly reality of his birth. This of course will be a major loss for our city. But Ralph already knows who his replacement will be; and I’m sure he’ll speak about that person, as well as numerous other matters next month…</p>
<p>Written By: Orlon Braem</p>
<p>Last Tuesday evening our city’s leader Ralph Hawk called those of us he considers to be his closest friends and allies. He told us that as of 8/31/19 he will be resigning as mayor of our city, and will be returning to Parallel Reflections, the earthly reality of his birth. This of course will be a major loss for our city. But Ralph already knows who his replacement will be; and I’m sure he’ll speak about that person, as well as numerous other matters next month when he submits what he says will be his last written piece to this forum.<br/> Thus, at this time, Ralph has asked me to simply announce his impending departure. “But you must have something more for me to expound upon than only that?” I asked.<br/> “Yes” he answered. “I’d like you to address the necessity (in my opinion) that writers, in addition to using good prose, also function to some degree as private investigators. Now what I mean by that, is that I believe they must ‘look into’ all matters concerning themselves which any other mortals may have said, done, or even thought about them.”<br/>
“Isn’t that rather paranoidal?” I asked.<br/>
“In this day of extreme journalistic left wing biases, the answer to that question is ‘No’” he said. <br/>
But now I’d like to interrupt my conversation with Ralph to interject some of my own personal observations, discovered through my own personal investigations. And I’ll begin by stating that after Ralph leaves, I believe most of us in this city will try to continue on as if he were still here. And although all of us in this city sometimes fail at the task of rightful current living, most of us here do take responsibility for what we’ve done and not done. <br/>
Yet, we also know that at this current time an entire cadre of leftists are campaigning throughout our land. Some of them are promising to sort out truth from facts, some are learning the real decade in which two tragic assassinations occurred, some are coming to grips with their real ethnic backgrounds, but all of them have one thing in common, i.e. they despise The United States of America as it’s constituted today. And, rather than first acknowledge, and then work to solve the real problems of America, they instead blame “white America” for all that’s wrong. And white America of course does have its share of the blame, but so do all the other races and ethnicities found in this nation. And when one group is singled out as the sole problem behind a nation’s woes, surely the common citizens of that nation can see that such an accusation is false. And those common citizens can also recognize the hatred of them that’s being spewed by leftist politicians. And yes, these are the same legislators who tell America that when all is not well, the blame lies not with those who break society’s laws, or with those who are just lazy and/or addicted to substances, but rather with the innocent who really tried to live successfully and lawfully from day to day. <br/>
And it shouldn’t be surprising that the “guard dogs” of lawbreakers reside almost exclusively left of center politically. And there are some members of Congress who apparently only care about their own ethnic groups rather than the American populace as a whole. These are the people who make no effort to disguise their anti-semitism, and who have friends who compare Nazi concentration camps to the places where people who should have stayed in their native lands have come to.<br/>
And yet, with all that said, this writing was supposed to have disclosed the fact that writers today often need to be (at least to some degree) private investigators also. And here are two premises to bolster that claim: Premise One: If things don’t end, or turn out as you wished, according to the liberal/leftist mindset, you have no one to blame but those who’ve suppressed you; and, Premise Two: Private investigation is a necessary tool employed by all creative writers – at least by the good ones. But such investigation is done only by the writers themselves; that is, they neither compensate nor trust anyone else to do it for them.<br/>
And may readers of this piece believe me when I say that in my own life I’ve found the first of those premises to be false, while the second is truthful. But then again, those findings are probably understandable when one remembers how the newscasts and journalistic reportages of this current time are often riddled by half truths and outright lies.<br/>
And now I’d like to continue this piece with more of the recent conversation I had with Ralph Hawk. “Many say they read simply for pleasure” I said.<br/>
“Yeah, I know” responded Ralph. “And amongst their ranks let’s exclude the readers of manuals and technical papers – written perhaps to help such people learn about what most likely are ‘their tools of the trade.’”<br/>
“Yet, aren’t all readers, no matter if they read anything from trash novels to the great master pieces of literature really, and perhaps secretly searching for better pathways to journey upon in their everyday walks of life?” I asked.<br/>
“In my opinion, yes” said Ralph. “But remember, only individuality trumps in the end. All else, being centered in collective pursuit, falls by the wayside, though it may have provided some pleasure, and though it may have aided certain mortals who found themselves in need of the type of aid it was capable of affording.”<br/>
“But what then is the answer to the enigma of group versus self?” I asked<br/>
“The group and the self aren’t in continual battle for the actualities of human life” answered Ralph. “Yet, ultimately, in what we know is an existential world, all that exists, exists simply to expedite the smooth transference of temporal time. In fact, one might postulate that the group approach to life perhaps better addresses all aspects temporal, while the individual more keenly recognizes that all of human life is eternal; that is, ultimately, after several years of ‘rendering on to Caesar those things which are Caesar’s,’ all humans will spend a mortally incomprehensible reality of eternity with either the Rightful Master of the Universe or Lucifer and his sympathizers.” <br/>
“Oh, I don’t doubt the realness of eternity” I said. “Still, while we’re alive yet upon the Earth, it’s difficult to look the other way when the subordinate leaders of a nation do all they can to demolish that nation and its way of life. And I wonder how many Americans have tricked themselves into believing that they’ll someday successfully meld their fates together with people who demand that Spanish become the language of their land, or who expect others to work to support them while they make a mockery of the environmentalism and controlled population growth which seem to be of some importance to what are today’s ‘native Americans.’ And yes, I’ll say it: I can’t help but think that the whole issue of Hispanic immigration into the United States of America will end in no other fashion than the outbreak of America’s second Civil War.<br/>
But I suppose most or all of us won’t be among the living if and when that war is fought. So, while we are still alive, we can try to stymie such a disaster. Yet, often our thoughts stray to days gone by; and that’s where mine will be for a long time now I fear. I’ll miss Ralph and all he did for me and my city. But I’ll pray that the Eternal Master will reward us with another leader who’ll also guide as well as Ralph did.</p> The King of The Underground Part Twotag:www.authors.com,2019-05-18:3798404:Topic:2207272019-05-18T18:38:19.994ZKatie McKnighthttp://www.authors.com/profile/KathleenMcKnight
<p>Written By: F. John Surells</p>
<p>I guess we’ve all been there. We’ve been where explanations search for answers. We’ve been at a point at which we’ve allowed ourselves to start over. And we’ve been where we’ve found new possibilities, and new constructive areas near the sun, but inside the heart.<br></br> And sure, it would be nice to say that what follows here follows traditional literary forms. And, arguably, readers have the right to hold such an expectation before they begin processing a…</p>
<p>Written By: F. John Surells</p>
<p>I guess we’ve all been there. We’ve been where explanations search for answers. We’ve been at a point at which we’ve allowed ourselves to start over. And we’ve been where we’ve found new possibilities, and new constructive areas near the sun, but inside the heart.<br/> And sure, it would be nice to say that what follows here follows traditional literary forms. And, arguably, readers have the right to hold such an expectation before they begin processing a written piece. But, from what I’ve learned, style and format were never terribly significant to the person to be discussed here. Thus, I fear the chaotic and formless lifestyle this person sometimes necessarily, and other times without necessity pursued, will now set a vague tone for this admittedly rather “choppy” second installment of homage to the underground’s newly crowned monarch.<br/> And today recognition will be granted to the king. But today this writer also can’t help but note the unfound black cat looking out at the overcast. And the writer, I believe, should also note how that cat sees unbound black birds on the lawn on a day when it may have been May, but perhaps it was another time – another time when it was difficult to determine what time it actually was, and when those who were so concerned about the misdeeds of some, then had their own misdeeds, or at least their verbalizations of gossip revisited. <br/> I was supplied with some memories of the past, some beliefs about the present, and some conjectures concerning the future. And from those I proposed to submit my second installment of tribute to a man I consider a friend – a man whom the leader of our city says should be looked upon as a king of much that’s unknown, and much that’s been left unsaid, and much that’s been related via half-truths and fabrications. And, I believe he’s surely earned his crown. Thus, all hail king of the underground! <br/> No one can ever know anyone substantially. To me, that’s a known fact, but I also know that some disagree with that statement. Yet, if pressed to tell the truth, most would have to agree that much more remains undocumented than has ever been learned of through sight, sound, the written word, or verbal communication.<br/> And frankly, I don’t care what all the “good guys” and “good gals” may think about the man I’m about to reference. In my opinion, his is a richly deserved monarchy. Still, I do have some concerns for him and the existential crown he’s been granted.<br/> Stay far from him all you of the far right and far left of the political spectrum! And don’t try to place him at the gas chambers, or at the federal buildings that were bombed, or at the non-federal buildings which were deliberately hit by airplanes, or at the places of mass murders committed by people of mental defect.<br/> And don’t write him into scripts in which he’ll need to walk down treacherous walkways from which all who’ve treaded there before him have long since walked away. And don’t expect him to show an abundance of caring now – now, that it’s too late to reciprocate what was and wasn’t given.<br/> And keep him safe from a growing multitude which says “If we can’t beat them in the arena of public opinion, and if they still continue to elect candidates to public office, then we’ll simply ridicule them. We’ll say all sorts of nasty stuff about them, accuse them of breaking laws they didn’t break, and try to remove them from public office by using as evidence against them phony dossiers which we and/or our friends ourselves wrote.” <br/> “And we’ll settle extra Hispanics in certain swing states to make sure we win the presidency next time. And we’ll start a number of ridiculous rumors, such as that numerous animals and fish will be extinct by the 2040’s; when what really should be feared about that decade is how a non-Hispanic minority will be treated by what may become its class of Hispanic overlords. And of course we’ll continue to write about and verbalize all the usual supposed environmental threats.” <br/> But I want to be sure you understand that for a while now I’ll wish to leave guesses behind. And I’ll opt out for what seems to be verifiable truth.<br/> Yet, I know nothing for certain except that time continues on. And I have a picture of Time. She’s standing before me. She’s drying her dark blue eyes and black hair.<br/> And she’s entangled amongst some wires and improperly plugged in plugs. And she says “Give me your full mental attention. Don’t have, as FJ used to say ‘your mind not on your work.’”<br/> But once, a long time ago, FJ and two others were walking back to his car which was parked in an outer portion of Montreal when suddenly they heard what most assuredly must have been a drunken man singing “What A Friend We Have In Jesus.” And through a drunken gaze the inebriated man spotted FJ and the others. “Do you know that you have a friend in Jesus?” he asked of FJ.<br/> And FJ replied “Yes, I believe He’s my friend and Savior, but thinking about Him and people like you doesn’t make any money for me.”<br/> Oh, just now I’m looking through a window here. And I’m seeing what I’m sure is an unreal face staring back at me. And because I don’t believe it’s real I’m imagining it’s an approximation of what someone imagined the image of a so-called “common man” would appear as were it to be personified.<br/> And the personification of common man speaks, “Is it true that most commoners prefer to remain faceless? Maybe by continuing on in non-descript fashions, those commoners feel they can best leave their marks upon humankind. But then again, why should it be important to mere commoners to have an impact upon society?”<br/> Once, a long time ago, FS, who had the lifestyle in his mid and later years of becoming drunk on each of the five weekdays (never on Saturday or Sunday), apparently lost consciousness and experienced a nasty fall upon a concrete floor in one of the non-house structures that were located on FJ’s property. And he must have lain there for some time then, as in his inebriated state he was unable to get up. Yet, he was fortunate in three ways that day: One, a local non-conformist, who happened to be walking by, spotted him, and assisted him to his feet. Two, he hadn’t broken any bones or injured himself, though he had a number of bruises, and Three, he and the despiser of conformity were able to “cover up” the incident such that it was never learned of by anyone – until now. <br/> Yes, until now when we’ve finally realized that so much we suspected may have occurred, has now appeared as truthful. Oh, I guess in those days we were grasping at straws that were slightly beyond our reach! And maybe sometimes we succeeded, but usually we failed to recast ourselves as different players, playing different roles than those which the so-called common day role players expected us to pursue. <br/> And many years went by then. And we learned then of all the great crimes and political manipulations which had been perpetrated over the course of those years. And many of us came to believe in the right, and fear the left. And in that fashion of rightness many of us spent our working years.<br/> But there are times of reflection. And sometimes no doubt some of the following scenarios return to one’s recollection: Maybe it was the last day of one’s enrollment at a certain educational institution, or the last day of one’s employment at a certain job or profession, or maybe it was the end of one’s romantic involvement with someone else, or, maybe it was even one’s realization that not much time remained in his or her earthly life, or in that of a cherished friend, relative, or loved one.<br/> And yes, as earthlings we did commit some evil deeds. Yet, we asked forgiveness from those who were impacted by those deeds. And, we asked forgiveness also from our Spiritual Master, but not from the “status-quo,” nor from Lucifer and his apostles.<br/> And I’ll end here with a confrontation which may or may not have ever occurred. It was reported to me by the king of the underground himself, but before he began to relate it, he winked his right eye. <br/> Apparently the king was, without accompaniment, enjoying a meal at one of his favorite restaurants one day when a young man approached his table and asked if he might join the king. The king replied “Sure,” but immediately noticed what he termed a “substantial strangeness” about the stranger.<br/> And before the king could ask the stranger who he was, he noticed that his guest was becoming older! He was actually changing from a young man, probably in his twenties, to a middle aged man, and then to an elderly, and then to a very old man! And after he’d become extremely old in appearance, he reverted back to being a very young man again, and continued this process for the duration of his chat with the king. <br/> “Who are you?” asked the king.<br/> “I am the greatest nemesis known to mankind, though nowadays many say their greatest nemeses are such things as environmental and/or over-population concerns.”<br/> “Oh God!” shrieked the king.<br/> “Please don’t use the G word in my presence” replied the stranger. “I, and some of my followers revolted against his laws and mercies long ago.”<br/> “Then you do admit you and your followers made a mistake?”<br/> “Yes, we made a mistake,” replied the prince of darkness. “But, unlike humans still alive today, we’ll never be able to find forgiveness for what we’ve done. And what we did was certainly the greatest mistake, violation, crime, or whatever you may wish to term it, that’s ever been committed. And it can never be undone!” And with this said, Lucifer disappeared into thin air!<br/> The king then finished his meal. He left a tip at his table. He went to the counter to pay his bill. He exited the restaurant. And outside he acknowledged how time continues to pass by.</p> The King of The Undergroundtag:www.authors.com,2019-05-03:3798404:Topic:2205652019-05-03T19:20:54.142ZKatie McKnighthttp://www.authors.com/profile/KathleenMcKnight
<p>Written By: F. John Surells</p>
<p>Just now I’m thinking I feel a lot like the man who is my main focus in this piece most likely felt when he left the first line of a poem unwritten. Yes, he left the initial line blank, and then wrote as that poem’s second line “has been left unwritten.”<br></br> I say we have, as mortals, two great human influencers who greatly assist us in our making of temporal decisions. Their beliefs stimulate us mentally. Their actions challenge us physically. And we use…</p>
<p>Written By: F. John Surells</p>
<p>Just now I’m thinking I feel a lot like the man who is my main focus in this piece most likely felt when he left the first line of a poem unwritten. Yes, he left the initial line blank, and then wrote as that poem’s second line “has been left unwritten.”<br/> I say we have, as mortals, two great human influencers who greatly assist us in our making of temporal decisions. Their beliefs stimulate us mentally. Their actions challenge us physically. And we use their totalities of being to help construct our own. But who are those people? The first is a love of one’s life, and the second is one’s greatest philosophical mentor.<br/> And personally, I and a number of others have previously stated in these writings that the love of my life is Renni Maes-Surells, but my greatest mentor is a man whose name can’t be shared here. He exists in a realm I call “the underground,” though I’ve referenced him in other writings as “the man from the (two words deleted).” And the following are some points of view and reminiscences concerning him.<br/>
“This is the end of our grace period in regard to you,” said the conformers. “All your life all you’ve really done has been throw stones against the bastions of structure. And don’t try to revel in clarity, or excuse wrong deeds you may have done simply because you knew long ago that there hadn’t been any collusion or obstruction.”<br/>
“Sometimes maybe it’s better to leave unsaid certain sayings which others might raise eyebrows to; but then, if they don’t know you have the capability to say such sayings by now, then I guess they never will know of that capability, and, they’ll never really know you! And besides that, who is ever going to truthfully tell us if one should use a slash mark rather than a semi-colon, or what Fitzgerald and Poe thought about starting sentences with gerunds, and why, in all candor, the best looking woman at the performance wasn’t really a woman, but rather a man who dressed like, and appeared to be a woman? <br/>
But, with that last question having been posed, the man from the underground said “Alright, enough is enough. Let the record show that while I believed members of one sex could be attracted to members of that same sex, I was never one of those. And, likewise, if it’s true that certain mortals identify as being both sexes simultaneously, then I believe only they can understand and confront the realities of such a situation.”<br/>
But then suddenly the defenders of conformity interjected themselves into the conversation yet again. “We’ve got a lot to say now” they said. “And please, from this point on, don’t even bother to distinguish our concerns with the use of quotation marks.”<br/>
“You’ve got it”! said the underground man. And he set off his quote with quotation marks.<br/>
Opposites often attract, but attractions often fade. They fade away sometimes, and then those who were attracted are left to hold on to reminiscences, but only if they wish to; or only if they somehow simply can’t free themselves from them.<br/>
Sometimes (and that some time may be any day time) I feel like a man who just reached the garden gate after walking down a straight and narrow concrete walkway from his home inside the sanctuary of literature. And as I open that gate, and prepare to leave an abode of personal personalities, I realize that today, as on all previous days, and I suppose as on all days to come, I have an idea of, but can’t actually say for certain what lies ahead of me in the world outside the barrier which opens and closes my world to that of others.<br/>
And, yes, I’ll open the gate, and I’ll walk out into an unknown and an unsuspecting world, but before I do, I’ll say a prayer here on the inside. “God of all that’s known and not known, keep me and those I love safe this day. And guard the world you created. Keep it safe from those who are evil, and from those who are careless, and also from those who, apparently for one reason or another, can’t realize what the ramifications of their beliefs and actions may be.”<br/>
And with that prayer said, it occurs to me that some may think me arrogant or narcissistic, or both. And some may feel I’m a number of other objectionable things as well. But yet, whenever those fears of possible behind my back condemnations visit me, I’m also reminded of two simplistic clichés: One, I don’t want to fade away without having said what I knew needed to be said; and two, I don’t want to be simply gone – even if it may be that I’d be gone but not forgotten.<br/>
And I’ve already pledged my love, respect, and allegiance to the Master of the Universe, but now I want to speak of a certain man I’ve spoken of before in these postings. He’s been my greatest mortal influence – I think! That is, he doesn’t live in my city. He only visits it from time to time. I got an email from Ralph recently. He wrote that the so-called “man from the green city” will soon be visiting our city once again. And, Ralph asked if I’d attempt to write what he termed a “free flow prose piece” in honor of that man and his city. And Ralph said he’d give me a “free hand” to construct that piece (or pieces if I needed to extend to two postings), but he wished me to entitle that composition “The King Of The Underground,” which apparently is the new appellation he’s given to the man whom we previously addressed as the man from the green city.<br/>
Now, as you may surmise, this is a daunting task in that I don’t want to disappoint Ralph or the man whom I’ll be referencing. But yet, from the few times I’ve met the Underground’s newly crowned monarch, I think I can easily hold forth here for at least two postings, and, could probably extend beyond that. Trust me, the King is such a mortal as you’ll most likely never meet. He has his own mind, his own beliefs, and, like our city’s leader Ralph Hawk, seems also to have what I’ll call “an iron will.” Still, his interests and concerns seem to be varied and multi-faceted. Thus, expect the words that will follow here to exemplify what I perceive as being his “reality of being”. And, please <br/>
remember that the words I’ll write here will most likely only be visions held briefly within my comprehension. And, I’m thinking that most of those which won’t directly reference the King, but which will instead speak to other random matters, may emanate from news broadcasts which we’ve lately learned tend to report the incorrect and the fake, rather than the truthful and verifiable.<br/>
Thus, narcissism I grant you a free reign here! Anoint your new king! <br/>
Look! There’s a picture of a boy who, as a man I came to know as a friend, though I only saw him when he infrequently visited our city. And, he visits here yet sometimes still, albeit always with a mind concerned about the future, while often contemplating the past. <br/>
And there’s a year written on that picture I referenced a paragraph ago. It’s 1955. And on the picture the lad seems to be proud of his new toy log assemblage. But then I guess a year passed, and the Union of Soviets invaded Hungary, and the boy learned, mostly through personal study, about Nikita Khruschev, Joseph Stalin, and Communism. <br/>
And, with a knowledge of the far left wing of the political spectrum in hand, an introduction to the far right wing came with the trial of Adolf Eichman in the early 1960’s. And some background study taught the lad about The Fuhrer and the dream of a fascist world. But then came November 1963 and the death of a Democratic president. And today how many in his party would dare ask what people could do for their country rather than what their country could do for them?<br/>
And after the assassination, a cultural void was filled by English musicians. And they soothed the conscience of America until the nation’s most divisive war began to rage in the middle of the 1960’s. And in 1969 it was at its ugliest. <br/>
But it was fashionable to live in cliques at that time. And cliques and communes were fine for a while, until the leader of one of them sent some of his followers out to commit some brutal murders – in 1969.<br/>
But, now it’s happened! We’ve reached a juncture at which we’re no longer certain that certain occurrences really occurred, or whether they did occur, but in different ways and means from those believed and gossiped about by commoners we may have known.<br/>
But the absolute truth and truths of the past are known only to the masters of the universe. And of them today we ask forgiveness for all wrongs we’ve committed. And we assure them and all their inferiors that our remorse for errors committed is sincere. And then we – carry on. And then we – try to live better than we have.<br/>
But our respect is given only to those who’ve earned it. We won’t allow ourselves to be degraded by old men and elderly women who shake their fingers at us and blame us for an environment that’s changing. Of course the environment is changing! But so are many other things! Are we living in a vacuum where all remains the same except for such alterations which chastise the middle and lower classes?<br/>
And you young men and women who occupy seats in the various levels of our nation’s government; many of you are sadly incompetent to perform the duties you’ve undertaken. Many of you espouse radical changes which would bankrupt this nation at the least, or render it vulnerable to domination by foreign powers, or the large number of people you’ve helped enter it illegally, or both.<br/>
Working class Americans don’t want to be demeaned by phony investigations or hate-filled environmental and impeachment threats. Instead, they want Congress to address their concerns about their future safety and well-being, as well as their desire that America remain an English and not a Spanish speaking nation in the years to come, and that it be an American and not a Hispanic governed entity.</p> the Book the boy without a friend need some feedbacktag:www.authors.com,2019-04-14:3798404:Topic:2198902019-04-14T01:01:11.846ZKatie McKnighthttp://www.authors.com/profile/KathleenMcKnight
<p>Being that it's autism month the book is being highlighted anyone thought's </p>
<p>Being that it's autism month the book is being highlighted anyone thought's </p> Remember: You'll Do The Work, and You'll Pay The Billstag:www.authors.com,2019-04-06:3798404:Topic:2201702019-04-06T17:36:16.911ZKatie McKnighthttp://www.authors.com/profile/KathleenMcKnight
<p>Written By: Steven Fillmore</p>
<p>For many years I tried to more or less keep my mouth shut. I got up every morning and went to work. But, as a recent retiree, I’ve become very concerned about the future of The United States of America. And I don’t think the majority of Americans today realize the potentially perilous position that their dismissive attitude toward illegal immigration will most likely place their children and grandchildren in in years to come.<br></br> And as far as I can see,…</p>
<p>Written By: Steven Fillmore</p>
<p>For many years I tried to more or less keep my mouth shut. I got up every morning and went to work. But, as a recent retiree, I’ve become very concerned about the future of The United States of America. And I don’t think the majority of Americans today realize the potentially perilous position that their dismissive attitude toward illegal immigration will most likely place their children and grandchildren in in years to come.<br/> And as far as I can see, there are three dangerous points of view now “setting up” America for tragic consequences in years to come. First, there are those Americans who think they’ll be able to keep themselves isolated from the increasing number of Hispanics now living either legally or illegally in their nation. These are the people who illegally pay for various services, such as their children’s education, and build walls around their property, yet don’t want our nation to build a wall to protect its current poorer inhabitants. And by the way, why is it that every time a proposed border wall or border shutdown is mentioned in the media, only negative things are said? Second, there are those who believe God will provide an answer to illegal immigration. And they also believe that the Almighty won’t allow a Hispanic majority to harm or misuse non-Hispanic minorities in the years to come. And then there is that third group which says it cares about the future of the U.S.A. It has grave concerns it says, about environmental issues. But rest assured, environmental concerns will take a back seat in importance to future Americans if those Americans are no longer able to live freely because what once had been a class of illegal aliens now controls their very lives.<br/> And, in the midst of these future fears, like most elderly white men, I’ve paid a price for the concept of white supremacy, though I never believed in it; and, if the truth be told, often wondered if a fair amount of those who said they believed in it actually did, or were simply using that bogus concept as a tool to stir up some excitement in what otherwise would have been very boring existences. But then, maybe dad was right. He told me I’d amount to nothing someday. <br/>
Yet, with that said, I can’t lie now and say that life has gotten better for white American males over the span of my lifetime – oh no! And it seems that this fact has become especially noticeable over the last ten to fifteen years. And here are some examples of what I mean. Today, America’s heroes aren’t the people who work to keep the nation functioning. No, today we look up instead to such people who are able to enter our country illegally, and then live off the fruit of the labors of this nation’s working class. And today white American males are pretty much automatically held in disdain by many women and members of other races.<br/>
Nonetheless, I’m in a reflective mood today. Thus, I hope I won’t ramble (too much) in this piece. And, let me tell you that this is the last time Steven Fillmore will appear as a writer of these posts. And I’ve informed my city’s mayor, Ralph Hawk, who compiles these writings, of that fact. And Ralph said he was sorry to hear that, but admitted that he can probably find several other people from our city who’ll be willing, able, and probably glad to hold forth here.<br/>
So, anyway, today I’m thinking back to forty some years spent working in this city’s main factory, and how yesterday, a few days after I retired from the workforce, I heard some liberal legislators say that most white males of my age actually wasted their lives. And how did we waste them? Apparently during our working years we didn’t do enough to help socialists, communists, fascists, criminals, drug users, illegal aliens, deeply indebted college graduates, feminists who weren’t living out the full feminist dream, so-called dreamers, gay, lesbian, and transgender activists, animal rights activists, environmental activists - and especially those of that group who want to ban cows and airplanes, as well as pass a number of other asinine dictatorial laws, members of Congress whose vocabulary seems to be limited to the word impeachment, members of Congress who dress as foreigners, and members of Congress who all dress in the same color for special events, just like the brown shirts did many years ago when they conducted their business in a Reichstag that was trending toward Nazism. <br/>
And, of course the American liberal media concurs with that afore - mentioned assessment of America’s working class. And it makes sure that everyone knows that during our lifetimes people such as myself didn’t care enough about the poor and downtrodden; but more importantly than even that, feared what an invasion of foreigners seeking to end what had been the American way of life would do to the legacy and wealth we hoped to leave our heirs.<br/>
Thus, I’m leaving these words as a very troubled soul. I only pray that the youth of America will reject the socialism and near communism which already we see being peddled by most of those who so far have announced their candidacies for president in the next election.<br/>
And we know that a portion of America’s youth will be, and already has been taken in by the ridiculous promises which left-wingers have, and will continue to make. But the postulation that the rich should pay their fair share in taxes is truthful, yet is easier said than done. Few know of, or take the time to learn of how dollars sheltered from taxes often, in the long run, do more for the American economy than do those confiscated via taxation, and then wasted on government frivolities such as conspiracy investigations which investigate the innocent, and allow those who may really be guilty of what’s being investigated to appear blameless, even though those of that second group are probably the same individuals who got the phony investigation started in the first place, and perhaps used America’s highest information gathering unit to aid them in that quest.<br/>
And it’s difficult to leave when it’s known that soon Americans will be bombarded by left-wing campaign ads promoting various presidential candidates. And we know that soon the youth of America will be severely tested. It will have all sorts of financially impossible promises made to it such as: Everyone should have a free college education, airplanes should be banned (can you even begin to imagine the negative impact of this!), cows should be banned – this will do wonders for America’s agricultural sector – especially when the large numbers of Hispanics whom the leftists apparently wish to have enter our country have found the livestock industry to be one of only a very few industries which actively seeks them as workers. And, the list of crack-pot ideas which already have been floated by many potential candidates for president goes on and on. <br/>
Thus, before the snowball of lunacy which no doubt will descend upon us in the months ahead reaches its full speed, I’d like all Americans, but especially young Americans to remember that nothing is ever given away, or accepted in a completely free fashion. A price is always paid; and under socialist and communist leadership, a despised lower working class always toils to benefit bureaucrats, even though socialists and communists tell the masses that the exact opposite is the true experience under their way of life. So, don’t be fooled in the upcoming presidential election. Don’t vote for someone who’ll keep you working to support him or herself, while he or she keeps right on importing more people into this nation who’ll also lessen your paycheck amount through their welfare needs. <br/>
And, as a final sign off here, I want to say that I’m aware of course that the dictatorship of the right (fascism) can be as destructive to human rights as that of the dictatorship of the left (communism). But only people who deserve to live freely will live freely. Ask yourself, “If my car died on the roadway tomorrow, would I simply leave it there, run away to the north, and not care about it anymore? And would I leave others to deal with its obstruction?” Those questions, though simplistic, are probably dually pertinent at this time. First, if something is wrong in my nation, do I simply run away to where other people can take care of me? And second, will I allow myself to be conned by politicians, either young or old, or male or female, who should know that the policies they’re advocating will be disastrous for America, yet pursue them anyway – apparently only to appease their own large egos.<br/>
Anything that’s wrong in a capitalist America can be fixed in a capitalist America. But there are a few facts to be faced. No economic system is inherently fair. Some people will always need to do the blue and white collar jobs that will need to be done. And if those people are forced to labor under a system which takes too much from them and then gives too much to criminals, illegal aliens, or government officials who don’t understand the importance of fiscal responsibility, then the entire society will have serious problems.<br/>
And remember, don’t be intimidated by old or young male or female presidential candidates. All of them have one thing in common; they want to shake their fingers at you and tell you what a bigot and destroyer of the environment you are, and have been, and, especially so if you’re white and male. And remember also, while they’re chasing their socialist dreams, such as giving freebies to non-workers, trying to end the airplane and livestock industries, severely altering the American way of life for the worse, and importing more foreigners who’ll live off your labor today, and perhaps confiscate your heirs’ wealth in the future; you’ll be the people who’ll be doing the work which always needs to be done in any society, be its economic system capitalist, socialist, communist, fascist, feudal, monarchical, or whatever. Yes, you’ll do the work, and you’ll pay the bills, but they’ll continue to devastate America and its way of life. <br/>
And also, you may say this is crazy, and hopefully it will prove to be false, but what will America be like when Hispanics are the majority ethnic group in it? Will they abide by the laws and ways of life which traditionally have been the foundations of The United States of America? Or will they pursue their own agenda, using their majority status to elect Hispanic candidates to national office, including perhaps the presidency, and then use their political power to severely restrict whites and blacks, and, who knows, perhaps confiscate their lands and wealth, and perhaps even enslave them?</p> Sixty Ninetag:www.authors.com,2019-02-23:3798404:Topic:2189492019-02-23T19:43:45.887ZKatie McKnighthttp://www.authors.com/profile/KathleenMcKnight
<p>Written By: R.F. Husnik</p>
<p>Some say you’re erotic,<br></br> perhaps pornographic,<br></br> but I fear they know<br></br> only the lesser of<br></br>
your numerical relevance</p>
<p>Your fate is<br></br> to exist between<br></br> the second to last<br></br> of the sixties denomination,<br></br>
and the mortal milestone<br></br>
seventy, until such a day<br></br>
dawns when the eternal master<br></br>
ends all time, or, until<br></br>
a lesser master ends or changes<br></br>
our now known numbers.</p>
<p>But those who carry you <br></br> as a…</p>
<p>Written By: R.F. Husnik</p>
<p>Some say you’re erotic,<br/> perhaps pornographic,<br/> but I fear they know<br/>
only the lesser of<br/>
your numerical relevance</p>
<p>Your fate is<br/> to exist between<br/> the second to last<br/>
of the sixties denomination,<br/>
and the mortal milestone<br/>
seventy, until such a day<br/>
dawns when the eternal master<br/>
ends all time, or, until<br/>
a lesser master ends or changes<br/>
our now known numbers.</p>
<p>But those who carry you <br/> as a marker of earthly years,<br/> possess you in accordance with<br/>
their impression of you.</p>
<p>Yet, you may have a role, <br/> as do a number of other<br/> numbers, apart from your<br/>
basic function as a designator <br/>
of a certain amount of <br/>
physical entities or<br/>
mental discernments</p>
<p>And, you are<br/> the greatest and final<br/> part of all that’s<br/>
progressed to nearly<br/>
seven times a decade.</p>
<p>So, I’ll embrace you now, <br/> but don’t abandon me<br/> on the roadway <br/>
of times passage.</p>
<p>Don’t keep me <br/> at your station<br/> for the earthly portion<br/>
of forever, let me<br/>
live at least <br/>
within one or two <br/>
of your subsequent decades</p> Let's Really Care About The Americans Of Tomorrowtag:www.authors.com,2019-01-19:3798404:Topic:2182772019-01-19T20:06:21.869ZKatie McKnighthttp://www.authors.com/profile/KathleenMcKnight
<p>Written By: Steven Fillmore</p>
<p>Before I begin here, I want to admit that the current situation concerning illegal immigration into the United States was certainly what prompted me to write this. I’m sure you noticed that during the recent national elections, candidates for representative, senator, and governor all stressed what they would do to help America’s youth. Yes, they all had a lot of nice promises to make to the Americans of tomorrow; but they neglected to address one key issue:…</p>
<p>Written By: Steven Fillmore</p>
<p>Before I begin here, I want to admit that the current situation concerning illegal immigration into the United States was certainly what prompted me to write this. I’m sure you noticed that during the recent national elections, candidates for representative, senator, and governor all stressed what they would do to help America’s youth. Yes, they all had a lot of nice promises to make to the Americans of tomorrow; but they neglected to address one key issue: Who’s going to support thousands and thousands of illegal immigrants in the years to come? Surely as mechanization progresses, the signs point toward less unskilled labor being necessary in the future. Will employed Americans of the future need to support massive amounts of people who shouldn’t have been allowed to resettle here?<br/> When I submitted this piece to our city’s leader Ralph Hawk, he and I argued concerning its content. He told me he felt it was borderline racist; but I said, “At my age, I’m too old to be concerned with the names various groups call one another. All I care about now (unlike many politicians who preach their caring of American youth while they don’t really practice it) is what life on this planet, but especially in this nation, will be like in the years to come.”<br/> Thus, over the objection of Ralph, I’m going to take a chance here. I’m going to write something which may be objectionable to some, but which I feel is very sincere – and not racist! <br/>
I’ll say today that for over four decades I worked at a manual labor job in this city. And it was a good job, and the owner of the factory at which I toiled was a good man. He passed away about two years ago, and as soon as his death was made known, our leftist media descended upon his legacy and recast it portraying Mr. Havess as having been a miserly monster, instead of what he really was, an unpretentious kind hearted man. <br/>
And personally, although I never achieved any special status in my life, I also lived with the stigma of guilt hanging over my head. I tried to do what was right, but of course I could never be completely innocent of blame because, as liberals told me, all those minorities had life so much worse than me, and I didn’t care enough about that fact.<br/>
But now, as my final years near, I can’t help but think about the Americans of tomorrow. And I know that changes will come to the U.S.A. in years to come. Still, I fear the young people of today are too centered in the present. When I was their age, there was a great concern in this nation about pollution, manmade changes to the environment, and the one that we were told lay at the root of all newly realized (at that time) twentieth century problems – over population. <br/>
Yet today, as I look at the societal landscape of the U.S.A., I still see and hear many liberal based individuals talking about environmental concerns, but now with what I feel is a hypocritical addendum. These people now want the U.S.A. to allow mass immigration. They apparently want the American nation flooded with people from south of its border. And how, I ask you, will bringing tens, and probably hundreds of thousands of such people into this land, do anything to reverse environmental problems here? In fact, won’t it exacerbate such concerns?<br/>
If I were a young American today, I’d give a second thought to the mass immigration of Hispanics into the U.S.A. I’d ask myself how this trend of an ever increasing Hispanic population is impacting my homeland, and how it will impact it (and me) in years to come. And though it may not be politically correct to do so, I’d admit that many who are trying to enter my native land have no basic skills to support themselves should they enter here. And I’d recognize that many are criminals, or would become criminals after they’d been here awhile. And I’d also accept the fact that, thus far at least, these peoples have shown a tendency toward having large families. Thus, I’d ask myself, what will a greatly expanding Hispanic population mean for non-Hispanic Americans in the years to come? <br/>
But yes, I know that according to some I’m probably a near-racist. Yet, I’d be considered that no matter what I had to say. Simply, in the minds of leftists, because I was born without a skin color, I’ll be forever abusing other races and other Americans who practice what I’ll term “non-traditional lifestyles”. <br/>
And, what does it matter if my thoughts sometimes stray to the stereotyped white Americans of the future? What will life be like in The United States Of America when Hispanics are the majority ethnic group? Will they care about the minorities of tomorrow as much as those who are the majority today care about them? Will a “melding” of Hispanics and “the old white race” produce a new type of majority white race in years to come? And, what will the reaction of America’s black race be to these developments? <br/>
I wonder how many of those crossing our border illegally ever stop to think about how they’re altering the lives of true Americans by doing what they’re doing? Very few I’d suspect. In fact, it could be said that these are very selfish people. They apparently care only about themselves; otherwise they’d remain in their own native lands and try to improve life there. And I don’t accept the argument that they’re so poor and abused that there’s nothing they can do but try to escape. If they have the gumption and means to leave, then they also have those same abilities to stay where they are and improve life there. Remember, during times of peril in the U.S.A., the civilian population here didn’t simply give up and run away to Canada or Mexico. <br/>
Long ago is when America should have begun a serious and dedicated crackdown on illegal immigration. And yes, your children and grandchildren will pay a price for uncontrolled illegal immigration. They’ll pay it in dollars subtracted from their paychecks (or however they’ll be paid in years to come) to support people who don’t belong here, as those people languish on welfare or in prisons.<br/>
And it won’t be long before Americans of all ages realize that already today the so-called “American dream” lifestyle has been replaced by the “American do what you need to do to get by” way of life. And yet, though that may have changed, one thing that’s remained constant is that, in the eyes of liberals, anyone born of the white race is automatically a racist, and if he’s a male, nine chances out of ten are that he’s a misogynist as well.<br/>
Yet, over the years (but never more than the present time) we’ve heard liberal types tell us that they alone are the only people who really care about America’s future and, future Americans! And now, with the American nation at a point of division it’s probably not experienced since the last years before the outbreak of its bloody civil war, these liberal types put future Americans at risk by refusing to take whatever steps they possibly could take (and the building of a strong wall along our southern border would be the most effective one) to avoid an ultimate confrontation between Hispanics and Americans, which will be our children’s birthright, given to them by us their elders, because of the obstinance of liberals amongst us.<br/>
Now, there is no doubt that minority groups have been victimized in the United States over the years. And, there also is no doubt that much has been done to attempt to change racial biases and discrimination in this nation. However, now a new phenomenon apparently lurks on the horizon. It’s estimated that by somewhere around the year 2040, Hispanics will be the majority ethnic group in the U.S.. But what does the American media say about that? Little if anything. I guess media types are simply going to let the American populace hope and pray that the good of the two possible scenarios concerning the saturation of America by Hispanics will be the one which someday occurs. Oh, and what are those two scenarios? First, that a successful “amalgamation” of numerous ethnic groups would produce a strong and proud people such as the combining of Saxons, Angles, Normans, Danes, and several other groups led to today’s English population; or second, that diverse ethnic groups would someday be a major factor in the demise of the entire nation, such as happened in The Roman empire.<br/>
So, given what I’ve just written, I’ve wondered often what “little people” (and in American life today “little people” are usually all such types as are not involved in national politics, national media, professional sports, or the leftist portion of America’s entertainment sector) can do to keep America well and vibrant during the inevitable years of change which loom ahead. I’ll now mention the nine I believe to be the most important, and then I’ll “sign off”. Thank you, Steven F.<br/>
Number One: Build the wall along the southern border. This will greatly reduce the amount of illegal immigration into the nation. Number Two: Achieve a strong immigration policy for the future, and adhere to it! And, that policy should be based upon allowing entry into America of such people as will actually help America, rather than become a burden to it continually, or at least for a number of years. Number Three: Deport people who are now in our nation illegally, unless they can prove a reason constructive to America as to why they should remain here, and achieve legal citizenship here. Number Four: Stop promoting the United States of America as some sort of panacea in which all people automatically live the good life just due to their presence here. Number Five: Develop a new strategy for dealing with all nations directly south of the U.S., whether they be in Latin or South America. Try to help those nations improve their living standards, so that not so many of their people will wish to enter the United States. Number Six: Develop a comprehensive plan concerning world population. But remember, simply saying that those with more should sacrifice more will get no one anywhere in regard to this topic in the years to come. One thing that will always remain the same (and regardless of what type of economic system any nation may have) is that some mortals will not wish to labor so that the fruits of their labor can be given to other mortals who’d rather take life easy. Number Seven: If you are someone who has the valid opinion that life’s sacredness renders abortion a non-option, remember that you also must work to thwart uncontrolled world population growth. Many people may believe strongly that abortion is wrong, but all people should believe easily that starvation is as well. Number Eight: If you are a black American, remember that you are a proud and necessary part of an America which will probably change because of Hispanic immigration in the years to come. Try to adapt to that change in such a fashion as will help your race, and the other races and ethnic groups which will constitute the future population of the United States of America. You’ve always been told that America is a “melding pot”. And in the years to come, I believe your importance in American life will greatly increase, no matter what may befall any other race or ethnic group in the U.S.A. And Number Nine: Lately, through various sources, a number of left-wing policy advocates have been posturing for an end to all borders worldwide. The lunacy of this wish should be apparent, but in case it’s not, remember again, as stated in this piece previously, some people need to do the physical work which keeps societies functioning. And left-wing writers and policy advisors don’t (and won’t) picture themselves as doing the agricultural, factory, construction, and various other labor intensive type jobs whose performance will be necessary in the future no matter if nations have borders or not. No, those liberal types see themselves as being above manual labor tasks. Job such as those need to be done by peasants. Thus, what would happen in a world without borders? The answer is one of two possible scenarios: Either a grounded workforce would do society’s necessary tasks while various other people who would rather live off the labors of those workers travelled about worldwide or, numerous, or perhaps only one powerful centralized governments or government would ensure that all people would do their fair share of society’s work by imposing either numerous or one worldwide left or right wing regimes or regime across the world, which would then, by necessity curtail most or all the freedoms now enjoyed by the various nations who today function with a democratic republic as their economic system.</p> Margotag:www.authors.com,2018-12-16:3798404:Topic:2174702018-12-16T17:40:35.102ZKatie McKnighthttp://www.authors.com/profile/KathleenMcKnight
<p>Portion One</p>
<p>Written By: Ralph Hawk</p>
<p>Some time ago a black cat approached me as I exited my car upon arriving home from work. “What do you want?” I asked. Now of course cats can’t talk, but this one looked at me with an expression which seemed to say “As mayor of this city, will you help me?” I looked at the cat again, and somehow I sensed what it wanted. “You need verification, and documentation don’t you?” I asked. The cat nodded affirmatively. Thus, I put a band around its…</p>
<p>Portion One</p>
<p>Written By: Ralph Hawk</p>
<p>Some time ago a black cat approached me as I exited my car upon arriving home from work. “What do you want?” I asked. Now of course cats can’t talk, but this one looked at me with an expression which seemed to say “As mayor of this city, will you help me?” I looked at the cat again, and somehow I sensed what it wanted. “You need verification, and documentation don’t you?” I asked. The cat nodded affirmatively. Thus, I put a band around its neck, and stuffed a written treatise in its mouth, and said “Here, I hope this helps you. Now be gone,” I’m a very busy man. And a fate very different from the one which controls the so-called normal existences of such mortals as are perceived as normal is the one which controls mine. I have few moments to myself. But, today on a patio high above many of our city’s buildings, I can see the traffic passing by. And I’m wondering about all the drivers involved in that traffic. Are they concerned about a nation being strangled by leftist viewpoints? And, if they needed to, would they stand tall in defense of the common man and common woman and his and her individualities? Often, when I have the time to speculate about evolutions, the past seems then to be a springtime of mistakes and corrections, and the future an adherence to a solitary track. And my lords provide that track. But though they are my masters, I win or lose all personal battles through my own actions and discretions. And, as mayor of this city, and as a worker in its primary factory, I’m sure you can surmise that I know a lot of people, and count many of them as friends. And that’s great, except of course that that fact subjects me then to numerous parties, get-togethers, weddings, funerals etc.; and my time is already spread thin. For example, last week I needed to take a vacation day from work so that I could attend a friend’s funeral. Apparently he’d been listening to a radio at his home when a song came on which stated that it was cold outside, and this revelation, of the coldness outdoors, evidently scared my friend then to such an extent that he suffered a heart attack. And, as another aside, before I begin to write about the main topic of this piece, I just want to add this while I have the opportunity to do so. Why won’t our Congress fund our wall along our southern border? We apparently can spend billions of dollars on all sorts of projects, but when it comes to allocating the money necessary to keep out foreigners who hate us and bring all sorts of drugs and diseases into our homeland, we can’t seem to find the funds. Well, anyway, as mayor of what surely is the strangest city on Planet Earth, I of course learn of many bizarre developments. And it’s my duty (only one of many) to decide which of these occurrences should be told to the public at large. But, I must confess that this current installment, told to me by a young gentleman from our city, didn’t impress me initially. However, when I had the author of the second part of this posting share his words with me, it was his complaints about an inability to seemingly find any peace of mind in this era of liberalism (tempered by the efforts of America’s president) which convinced me to submit his tale; coupled of course with my realization that I’d actually been a part of its occurrence. And, whether ill-advised or not, I’ve included some of my own introductory remarks to this piece. I really sympathize with all those hard working Americans who daily do the work which keeps our republic functioning, while they’re simultaneously blamed, berated, hated, and crucified by America’s leftist media and political bosses. Margo is a tale in two portions. I, Ralph Hawk, wrote this first portion. And, in this portion I state facts which can be viewed as narcissistic. But, I’m not concerned about that. And, I wouldn’t have time to be concerned about it, even if I wished to be. My perspectives will always be only but my own. And, although others may disapprove of those perspectives, or of me personally, or of what I’ve done, or of what I must continue to do, or of the fact that so long as I remain in the earthly role I now perform, time cannot control me, or of the fact that I function according to the whims of masters who exist and rule outside Earth’s most significant domain, I’ll continue on as I must. I have no alternative. And, in eternity’s annals my epitaph has already been written: Ralph Hawk – factory worker, mayor of a city of the underground, and friend of mortals, deities, and reality overlords.” So, I think this is a somewhat interesting story. It concerns a man’s problems with a stray cat. And, the man agreed to tell the story; and he does so in Portion Two of this disclosure. But he insisted upon anonymity; something I’m reluctant to grant writers in this city. Nevertheless, upon hearing his tale, I felt his fears were justified, especially as they concerned his brief confinement of the cat in his car’s trunk. Who knows what liberals or animal rights activists may say about that!</p>
<p>Portion Two</p>
<p>w/b Anonymous</p>
<p>Last month I had a week of vacation from work, and I decided I’d just spend it at home. I’d be alone, and hopefully I’d be able to achieve some peace and relaxation, two things that have been increasingly difficult to experience in these days of political and media head pounding. But by the end of the second day, I’d given up my hope for such a result. On the first day, in the mid forenoon, it seemed to me that I needed to go to the bathroom. So, I entered that room. But, after being seated for some time on what’s usually referred to as “the working man’s throne”, I realized that I’d not be able to do what I’d entered that room to do; but more importantly, I also remembered that according to many media types, the fault that I’d failed at a bowel movement lay, as do all American problems, personal or public, with the current leaders of The United States. But then, on the second day, I was sitting on the patio behind the house, when suddenly a black cat appeared in front of me. It hissed at me, and when I tried to chase it off, it simply lay down on the pavement, and more or less made itself at home. Again I tried to scare it off, but again it rebuked me with an angry hiss. In my perplexed state, I remembered our city council, with the recommendation of our city’s newly formulated Me Also Commission, had recently appointed Brett Cavendish as city dog catcher, and I thought of ringing him up then to remove the animal from my premises. However, I then thought better of it, and formulated a simpler plan. I went into my garage, and put on the pair of work gloves I keep there. And, I also opened the truck of my car. I went back to the patio then, and with much caution, as the cat was really angry now, and was trying to scratch me, picked the intruding animal up and managed to carry it into the garage where I also managed to deposit it into my car’s trunk, and get it locked inside that trunk without sustaining any injuries from what now was a seriously perplexed animal. I drove off into the countryside then, and after I’d journeyed a few miles, I pulled over on a quiet rural road (the same one spoken of by Joseph Same in “The Same Tapes”), stopped my car, got out, opened the trunk, and tried to get the animal to jump out; but of course it refused to do so. Thus, after I’d again donned the work gloves I’d wisely brought along, I was able to get the cat out of my car and on to the ground in front of me. But it didn’t run away, it just stood there looking at me angrily. Look,” I said. “I can see that for some reason you seem to think that you have a right to become a part of my life. Well, you’re mistaken. But, I’ll make you a deal; come back tomorrow with proof of your identity, and some sort of reason (and God, as an animal who can’t speak, I don’t know how you’ll pull that off) why I should adopt you, and if your evidence is convincing, I’ll give you a new home.” Strangely, those words seemed to satisfy the cat, and it ran off then. The next day I happened to be outside cutting my lawn when you can guess who appeared. The animal had apparently navigated back from the short journey I’d dropped it off on, and actually was carrying a piece of paper in its mouth! I’m going now to write here verbatim what was on that paper, but before I do, let me tell you that on this day I noticed the cat had a band affixed around its neck, something it hadn’t had on the previous day. The cat offered no resistance as I took the paper from its mouth; and on the rubber band around its neck these words were written: I’m Margo The Border Crossing Cat. And here word for word is the declaration that cat brought me that day: “So quickly abused are your words of asylum, spoken in defense of your people here and now. And so quickly misused is the word asylum, offered now by my former owners in defense of foreigners such as themselves who’d gladly end your existence while they expand their own.” “Don’t try to extend a movie beyond its natural or alternate ending. And don’t be tricked by wall attackers, they’ll be long gone before the ultimate damage is done.” “And also, don’t try to live your lives in leagues beyond your capabilities. Don’t hope to successfully comprehend whatever may have led a mind to create or act in fashions deemed mindless by many whose only substantive goal, whether they were aware of it or not, was simply the living out of their mortal existences. Oh, and yes, don’t blame leaders whom you may dislike every time something doesn’t transpire to your liking. Sometimes we need to take responsibility for what we’ve done, and what we still must do. Sometimes we must realize that simply crossing a river won’t end what’s really wrong within lives which simply lack motivation.” End of quote. So, I kept my promise to Margo, and she’s been with me now for about a month. On the first morning that I needed to return to work, I sat her down and explained how she must conduct herself while she’s home alone. And thus far I’ve not had a problem with her being loose while I’m gone. There have been no messes to clean up, and nothing has been broken. She has a large pillow that she lays on for most of her alone time. And as you’ve no doubt surmised by now, I was living alone before Margo moved in. There used to be a woman living here with me, but she left, via divorce, over a year ago. And I’ve always heard that strange and unbelievable events are capable of happening in this city; not that finding a stray cat on one’s property is all that uncommon. Yet, having that animal refuse to leave is somewhat strange I’d think. And having that animal then produce its own identity verification and resume is indeed astounding. But I’ve noticed that Margo likes to sit on the sill of one certain living room window. She likes to look out at the world outside – and especially on rainy days when she can look through the raindrops.</p> The Me Also Commissiontag:www.authors.com,2018-10-27:3798404:Topic:2173612018-10-27T16:26:01.213ZKatie McKnighthttp://www.authors.com/profile/KathleenMcKnight
<p>Written By: Joseph Same</p>
<p>Since the book containing my tapes was published, Sharon and I have always said that we no longer wished to publicly comment, via any format, concerning any topic. We’ve (hopefully) left that part of our lives behind. Nonetheless, when Uncle Ralphie calls and asks…<br></br> You know it’s difficult for me to say this, but now that five years have passed, I think I finally have learned who “The Man Behind The Screen” really was/is. Yes, the phone rang that morning,…</p>
<p>Written By: Joseph Same</p>
<p>Since the book containing my tapes was published, Sharon and I have always said that we no longer wished to publicly comment, via any format, concerning any topic. We’ve (hopefully) left that part of our lives behind. Nonetheless, when Uncle Ralphie calls and asks…<br/> You know it’s difficult for me to say this, but now that five years have passed, I think I finally have learned who “The Man Behind The Screen” really was/is. Yes, the phone rang that morning, and it was a call I’d often feared would come.<br/> “Good morning Uncle Ralphie” I said.<br/>
“Since when are we on such good terms that you might call me uncle?” he asked.<br/>
“What do you want?” I asked of him.<br/>
“I’ve been asked to send you back to all those imagined places: Tempora, Windigo Island, Kwah etc., and also to many of those which are known as real in Earth One, such as Berlin.” “On no! Oh God no”! I said.<br/>
“No, I’m just kidding. But some new and very important adventures do await you. And you’ll begin to experience them as of this very second.” And with that said, Ralph hung up the phone.<br/>
And yes, though it may not always seem so, and although we may sometimes say it’s not true, Sharon and I have always wished to continue living “underground.” Yet, sometimes necessity mandates that we follow and comment upon what “goes on” above us; after all, much of it contradicts our beliefs, and much of it also threatens to end our way of life, if not indeed our own physical lives.<br/>
Oh, and I suppose it’s somewhat dangerous to say this, but many of us fear such a political party which has only negativity and the failed policies of liberalism to offer potential voters. And we’ve wondered how those potential voters would know who the party of negativity’s candidates are. But now, given what’s recently happened in the Senate, and also what’s now happening south of our border, it looks like they’ll know those candidates because those political manipulators will now be exposed for what they really are, i.e. power seekers whose only concerns are the degradation of successful Americans, and the praise and facilitation of illegal border crossers whose only wish is to live off the labors of those successful Americans.<br/>
But recently I (and I suppose as part of the adventures Ralph said would be headed my way) sneaked into a meeting of “The Me Also Commission.” And luckily I found a loose copy of the day’s itinerary lying about, and seated myself in expectation of the proceedings. The topic of main concern that day seemed to be whether a gentleman named Brett Cavendish should be appointed as city dog catcher. Yet, as the meeting progressed, I, having had a late night the previous day, and not sensing a great deal of importance in the discussion unfolding before me, found myself dozing off there. But, I remember some of the thoughts that came to me then in my state of “near sleep.” And in that condition of “half sleep and half awareness” I overheard most of the dialogue and testimony concerning the topics of loose animals and possible loose human morality. <br/>
You see, apparently Mr. Cavendish had been found out as having stuck a wad of chewing gum under one of the seats in one of his high school classrooms thirty five years ago, and the commission was now attempting to determine whether that action should now, all these years later, render him unfit to chase dogs about in the city. But I fell asleep completely then, and in my mind I was back then – many years ago, when everyone was certain of which sex he or she was, and when all abuse, no matter of what sort, was known to have been wrong (though that of course did not stop it from often occurring), and when left wing bigots didn’t try to stymie the freedoms of Americans, or flood the American territory with undocumented foreigners. Thus, what follows now are some random observations, some discussed at the hearing, and others generated within the mind of an admittedly distracted, but yet very concerned citizen of the United States of America. <br/>
First of all, unlike some political candidates, I won’t pretend to speak for everyone, but personally, I’ll say that people such as myself will always gladly step aside and give all the prestige accrued from the judicious use of all written formats to those who, through the centuries have proven themselves to be far better users of language than we. But of course our lives carry on, and we fear there’s not time now to publicly acknowledge all those we’ve come to privately acknowledge as great verbal and written influencers.<br/>
And, unfortunately for a number of years now the phenomenon of simply saying what needs to be said has consisted to a degree larger than it probably should have, of commenting upon, and then attempting to refute anti-intellectual remarks made by various mortals, but especially by leftist political hacks, and late night programming hosts, whose uncalled for, and sometimes vulgar comments have downgraded all Americans. Yet, we suppose some (perhaps many) have been fooled by those remarks. And probably some haven’t realized that all Americans, rich, poor, and, as is the case with most, those who live in between those extremes, have the same right to freedom; and, just as importantly, have the same rights of innocence and individuality. And don’t they have the right to live peacefully within their own land? Or do they have to just sit back and allow mobs of foreigners to illegally enter their homeland because they (those foreigners) are simply too lazy to work for a living within their native lands? Oh, and then it’s said that mob consists of refugees. But what are they refugees from? Why can’t they stay where they belong and work to better things there? Why do they have to foist themselves upon the working class of the U.S.A.? Don’t they have any dignity? Obviously the time has come for the U.S. to take strong measures against this assault on its borders; because if it doesn’t, in a few years it will probably have the majority of people who formerly lived south of the Rio Grande, then living north of it. <br/>
And if you think what I’ve just said is false, ask those from the liberal political party, who today are asking for your votes while they continue to make derogatory comments, if they’ll relinquish any of their money or positions of power so that Americans can import more so-called refugees into their nation. It’s easy to talk about how bad off some people may be, when one isn’t him or herself one of them. And from a protected perch behind a camera or microphone, it’s easy to spread hurtful and disruptive accusations across a land which really, when all is said and done, is nothing more or less than just another nation in which mortals strive every day to support themselves so that they’ll not be a burden upon those other mortals whom fate has seen fit to place with them as citizens of those states in North America.<br/>
But maybe a good portion of the problem we’re addressing here today has evolved from the diminished role of religion in modern day life. Today it’s all about how we can have a good time today, and little thought is given to whether or not an eternal force watches over mankind and will judge each of its members eventually.<br/>
And today, those whom a capitalist society has allowed to become successful are “set-up” as the demons of that society. And, some people even believe that it’s because of such successful individuals that the United States of America still to this day can’t protect its borders, or stop lunatics from murdering innocent bystanders at various locations – but especially at places of learning. <br/>
And after I’d thought about those things while being near to sleep, I suddenly fully awakened. And in a moment of stark fear (an emotion I sometimes encounter when crossing from one state of consciousness to another), I could visualize what it must be like to walk down the hallway of uncertainty, where all we should have and haven’t done is remembered still. And then I prayed “Please Lord, don’t allow haters, and people who’ll stop at nothing to accrue political power, to gain control of my government.” But the commission’s meeting was apparently nearing its end then, and I could hear the chairman then close the meeting with remarks which I recall as having been very close to those I’ll now share with you, beginning in the next paragraph.<br/>
“And, if indeed there is any veracity contained within the postulation that our commission has had any effect upon life as it’s lived now in the waning years before the onset of the new roaring twenties, then most likely that truth lies in the fact that our words “take no prisoners” so to speak. And whether right or wrong, or left or right, we say what we believe needs to be said at the time, as all good commissioners should do. But after we make our statements, we then of course attempt to “fade away” into the great society of melding, where it’s said that untold millions are still hoping for better days and better outcomes to come.” <br/>
“Oh, but of course the ever revolving wheel of time moves all of us. And, we journey on that wheel along with all we’ve become, and all we’ve come to know. And we carry our beliefs with us.”</p> Write for fun or to get publishedtag:www.authors.com,2018-10-08:3798404:Topic:2170112018-10-08T19:44:16.515ZKatie McKnighthttp://www.authors.com/profile/KathleenMcKnight
<p>I recently wrote something for fun. I think it's 13 pages. I decided to put it on Amazon when It's finished being edited. It's called (Better Let Him Win Boy) I have my second book (Fair Exchange) in the editing stage. When it is ready, we'll release it to the publishers and or it may, too, go to Amazon for a trial run. I know I'm tired of searching for an agent, which is harder to sign with than a publisher. I had an agent once tell me 'go get a book deal and then call us.' Yeah right! Let…</p>
<p>I recently wrote something for fun. I think it's 13 pages. I decided to put it on Amazon when It's finished being edited. It's called (Better Let Him Win Boy) I have my second book (Fair Exchange) in the editing stage. When it is ready, we'll release it to the publishers and or it may, too, go to Amazon for a trial run. I know I'm tired of searching for an agent, which is harder to sign with than a publisher. I had an agent once tell me 'go get a book deal and then call us.' Yeah right! Let me do your job! No thank you. The old ways are dying out. What do you guys think???</p>